My head lolled, and the ash from my cigarette flicked onto the carpet tiles of the hospital’s doctors’ room. My energy and enthusiasm were sucked grey and frail and were about to crumble into dust. This wasn’t what I had signed up for. There was no induction course, just “See one, do one, teach one.” Mistakes were endemic. The names on the forms were wrong, wrong investigations were ordered, wrong drugs were prescribed, wrong fluids were written up, the wrong procedures were done. Sociopathic seniors appeared at random. The once …